Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Buzzcocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Saints,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.